#there because after gulping all that stuff down suddenly everytime i breathed i could smell that stuff augh it was horrible

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@aluminum-angels i made an entire doodle page just to prove a point

Their relationships do not fail, they get along just fine and they love each other very much

Peace and love among my rw ocs

#auugh you people will not belive the shit i've been through today #ok so basically i was grabbing some food out and i sprinkle the cheese and im like huh this cheese kinda stale #so i give it a sniff and it STINKS and im like aw fuck well its already on my food so uhhh in the microwave this all goes maybe it will be #ok after its heated but SPOILERS it does not and actually now it smells worse so im over here trying to figure out if its worth to eat this #thing and if it will taste as bad as it smells luckly it tatsed just fine but auughh couldnt breathe while eating that but it doesnt end #there because after gulping all that stuff down suddenly everytime i breathed i could smell that stuff augh it was horrible #worst decision of my life so i needed a cure for this rancid ass stench so my lord and and saviour garlic comes in to save me #and you can just chew on that stuff no one will stop you (altho maybe someone should because eating garlic raw kinda hurts) #anyways posion neutralised but i am rather weary of cheese now #rain world #iterator #rain world oc #iterator oc #oc four blue flames #oc vision of a past #drawins

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Tied to You - Bucky Barnes x Reader

For my lovely best friend. Happy birthday my dear, I hope you are having a wonderful morning and this puts a smile on your face. Trust me, it’s been hard to keep this a secret from you for so long, but I hope you enjoy. I love you, and I will see you later!!! 

Summary: You’re so happy to be standing before him, but something on his wrist brings you back to the very first time you met.

Warnings: f! reader, marriage

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Excitement sends thrills up and down your spine, tingling through your toes and pooling in your stomach. You clutch the simple bouquet between your hands tighter and take a deep breath, trying to calm your frantic nerves.

Finally, after what seems like both an eternity and a millisecond, the classic “here comes the bride” starts to echo. Taking one more quick breath, you let your shoulders relax and start to turn the corner.

There you emerge from behind the doors of the little church in Brooklyn. Family and friends stand as you start your descent down the aisle. You meant to smile at the crying relatives, to give them some sort of comfort, but you can’t take your eyes off of him.

He stands before the altar, adorned in a black suit with a black tie. His hands stay clasped before him, but his striking blue eyes meet your own. They soften at the sight of you and his shoulders slightly shift towards you.

However, once you offer him a small smile, his eyes rack down your form and back up before meeting your gaze again. Usually his gaze causes you to fluster and try to hide away, but today you stand tall as you approach him.

He offers you a hand as you climb the few steps and you gladly take it. Handing the beautiful bouquet to your maid of honor, you look down at your clasped hands.

No longer does he shy away from you touching the metal, and no longer do you hesitate.

But something catches your eye as you settle before him. Right there on his metal wrist is a bracelet of thread. The one you made him all those years ago; bright yellows and blues, with tan and green. They all compliment the vibranium perfectly.

The sentiment is overwhelming and a gasp gets caught in your throat. “You wore it.” Your voice is small and he doesn’t need clarification to know what has puzzled you.

“Of course I did, doll.”

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He can’t take his eyes off you. There you sit with some older ladies, spools of brightly colored thread by your side as you try and explain how to make a bracelet.

“Yeah, you’re starting to get it, this just crosses over here… see?” You lean over and point at one ladys horrible excuse of a friendship bracelet. They all laugh at one another and point out each other's mistakes, but become very defensive when their own flaws are pointed out.

“You should go talk to her!” An elbow is pressed into his side and Yori smirks.

“No I should not.” His eyes snap to face the older man, but not even a second passes before they beg to find your form again.

“Why not? She’s not getting any younger, and neither are you.”

Bucky sighs, but a small smile breaks onto his lips. “Haha, very funny. But I don’t even know what to say.”

Yori shrugs his shoulders. “Flatter her, girls love that. Tell her you love her eyes, her lips, her hair. Anything.”

A scoff falls from his lips as his head shakes. “I’m not going to suck up to her in hopes of a date.”

Yori places his hands over his own and he offers a smile to the soldier. His long white eyebrows twitch in the classic sign that the next few words will be uncharacteristically wise. The older man's eyes meet blue eyes and he gestures for him to lean in. Bucky follows and leans his head down.

“You will.”

Before the words even process in his head, Yori has already walked off, laughing loud as he clutches a hand to his chest. Once again, Bucky shakes his head at his antics.

“No I won’t.” He utters under his breath, before walking over to your little circle of mischievous old ladies.

You look up at him and he swears he might legitimately melt. “Hi!” You offer him a smile and he is already making funeral plans in his head.

“Oh, uh, hi.” Subconsciously, his flesh hand finds itself on the back of his neck, trying to rub away his nerves.

“Can I help you?”

He swears in his head, what does he need? He needs you. But he can’t say that. Swearing again, he tries to think of anything that would make sense to a normal human being.

“Yeah, I…” His eyes flicker around and land on one ladies bracelet. “I wanted to make a bracelet.”

Well great. Now he’s done it. He must look like the biggest dork in history. What was he thinking? Why couldn’t he just admire you from afar?

“Oh.” You genuinely look surprised. “Of course!” A wide smile breaks onto your face and you pat the empty seat next to you. “Come sit down and we’ll get you some thread.”

He can hear Yori’s laugh from the opposing corner. But, he follows your command and takes a seat next to you. Blue eyes follow your movements as you reach for a plastic container holding an entire rainbow of thread.

“So, what color are you thinking?”

He gives the rainbow one good look before sighing. “I don’t know.” You look at him as he offers a small awkward smile.

“Oh, okay. Well… do you know what type of bracelet you want?”

His fingers anxiously pick at the hem of his jacket. Shaking his head he murmurs, “Sorry, I know nothing about thread.”

Things seem to click in your mind that he has literally no idea about this stuff because you smile and slightly laugh. “Ahh, I see. That’s alright! Do you want me to choose some colors for you?”

His stomach flutters and he smiles at your soft laugh. “Yeah, doll, that would be nice.” The pet name slipped before he could even dream of stopping it. Once again, a long, loud, strand of curse words flood his mind.

Your movements stop, but quickly resume. In fact, you were so fast he’s not even sure you caught his slip. He watches with quizzical eyes as you pull brightly colored threads and measure them with your arms. Your fingertips move with ease as they tie the strands together and then hold it out to him. He reaches out and purposefully slides his fingers over your own.

“H-” your voice breaks out suddenly and he just smiles as you slightly fluster, clearing your throat you continue, “Here you go.”

He throws you a smirk and takes them from you. But then his plan of seduction hastingly halts when he realizes he has no idea what to do with the strands. So he just lets his hands rest in his lap as he stares down at the colorful strands.

“Do you need help?” You ask.

His head slowly tilts to meet your gaze and soft smile. He swears his heart stopped. Taking a gulp he prays you don't notice, he offers you a smile back. “Umm yeah.”

You scootch your chair next to his and reach over to grab the thread. Now he knows his heart stopped. You start explaining how to start a simple design but he can’t focus.

He means to focus, he wants to focus, but the smell of your shampoo wafts to his nose and makes his breaths longer. The subtle heat flowing from your skin to his where your arms slightly touch makes him want to close his eyes and lean in further to your touch.

“Are you paying attention?”

His eyes shoot open and heat rises to his cheeks. “Yes!”

One of your eyebrows twitch and amusement twinkles behind your eyes, but you continue where you stopped. He forces himself to listen and not be distracted any longer.

After about an hour of small talk and you helping him, finally the bracelet is long enough to tie off. Everytime your hand brushed his heart would skip a beat.

Now you tie the bracelet onto his wrist and cut the long ends. “There!” You smile at him and he nearly melts into a puddle beneath your feet.

“Thanks doll.” This time he doesn’t miss the way your body slightly stiffens and your eyes widen a tad.

“Umm, yeah.” You clasp your hands before you and open your mouth, but before you can say anything the older ladies call for you that they need your immediate help. You give him an apologetic smile, “Sorry, I have to go, but it was nice to meet you…” trailing off when you realize you don’t know his name.

“Bucky.”

Nodding at him, your smile widens from remorseful to joy. “Bucky, it was nice to meet you.”

He watches as you walk away, laughing and giggling with the old ladies. “You too doll, you too.” Little did you know, but you walked off right with his heart. The once stone cold piece of meat, now fluttering and happily beating beneath your gaze and care. And for the last time that day another flood of curse words plagued his mind.

***

His hands squeeze your own and he takes a deep breath, blue eyes meeting your own. The bright bracelet proudly on display for anyone to see.

“Doll, there were many times I was lost and you found me. There were days which were heavy, and you picked me up and lightened my heart. Through it all, you were always there for me.”

His voice wavers a little and you can’t deny the water pooling at the corners of your eyes.

“And I know that will never change. I promise to love you as you are and to respect our differences while still supporting and encouraging you. Whatever the future holds, know that I will stand by you and love you. Through pain and passion, sorrow and hope. Through death and through life I will love you. Everyday and with whatever we face I promise to love you because I am tied to you.”

You have to drop one of his hands to wipe away your tears as you smile up at him. Then you say your own vows. And finally after the classic I do’s, the officiant says, “You may now kiss your bride.”

The two of you lock eyes before he swoops down and captures your lips within his own. One of his hands wraps around your waist and holds you steady. The crow erupts in shouts and glee for the two of you but neither of you care. He leans back and you both just smile at one another for a while, both holding the widest grins you have ever had in your entire life.

“I love you.” He says.

“I love you too.” You say back.

Later in the night, as the two of you sway, your arms wrapped around his shoulders and head on his chest, the final words in his vow finally make sense. You play with the string bracelet on his wrist.

“Tied to you huh? You were proud of that one, weren’t you?”

He chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Was it obvious?”

“Dork.”

He smiles. “But I’m your dork.”

“Oh my god!” You sigh, “James Buchanan Barnes,” landing a poke to his chest to emphasize your point, “you are the most cheesiest, handsomest, loveable dork out there.” You stand on your tiptoes to catch a kiss from him. “And you're all mine.”

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Yes yes, I know. “Lordy what the heck? Why are you writing for Bucky?” Well this is a birthday gift for my friend who loves Bucky, so yeah. 

Disclaimer!!! I will not write for Bucky normally!!! This was purely a gift!!!

But please, if you liked it, consider reblogging or leaving a comment, I love hearing what you all have to say! (And maybe y’all can convince me to write for him more. Idk, I’m not promising anything.) 

Love, Lordy :) 

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Storm ( Eren Yaegar X reader)

Description: You are the eye of Eren's storm.

Characters: y/n, Eren

POV: 2nd person

Warnings: night terrors, bad dreams, Ptsd, cursing

A/n: heyo, here's a Christmas treat. I don't do any Eren stuff and there's only a few on the tag so I thought I'd just add this to the fire. Enjoy!

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Song: listen to plastic doll by Lady Gaga (not because it goes with the story but because I like it)

*none of the Gifs used are mine, all credit goes to the maker.

Thunder rocked the house, the walls shaking in the quake of lightning striking the ground The ornaments that hung upon their Christmas tree swayed back and forth with wild abandon. Plates that lay forgotten in the sink rattled and clamored.

It was Christmas, or at least Christmas night. You and Eren held a gathering of friends- Connie, Sasha, Mikasa, Hanje, Armin, and the nights special guest Levi (among others). They gave their mentor and Eren's father figure a cake- it was his birthday after all.

Wrapping paper still littered the floor, and the dim tree lights lit the house. The storm raged though and with it came a steady drumming of thunder.

Eren's eyes popped open. Sweat dripped from his forehead, and he breathed sharply. He had tears in his eyes- and the last imagine he'd seen before he opened his eyes haunted him. He looked to you- you were still dead asleep, your form peaceful and even breathes spilled from your lips.

Eren's gaze turned away from you, and he weakly stood, propelling himself forward and away from the room. He couldn't bare to wake you up- not when you'd spent night after night awake and planning and wrapping and cooking and decorating- he just couldn't.

He got into the kitchen, pulling out a glass and filling it with water. He drank, gulping down each sip. When Eren removed the cups from his lips he felt no better. His chest still felt heavy and his limbs still felt weak.

Then a flash of white caught his attention.

He turned, slowly to the front window. He stared, the sound of his breathing the only thing his ears could bare to hear.

Boom!

The sound so deafening, so stunning- almost like a punch to the face.

He yelped and his glass slipped from his hands and before he could drive himself to react it shattered into pieces.

Eren didn't scare easily. He killed two mean before the age 15. After that point he'd kill hundred of titans. When it came to it he had guts, bravery, strength. Anger.

However not even that could stop the nightmares. The thunder, it reminded him of the footsteps of titans. So, almost Everytime it stormed he dreamed. He was a child again, watching his town get torn apart, watching as his mother died. He was in the scouts, watching his friends get devoured.

Most importantly, he was helpless. Perhaps that was his worst fear.

So, he stood their several seconds, staring blankly at the shattered glass. Another crackle of thunder shook the house. He grit his teeth together, stepping away from the glass. They're coming, his brained screamed.

He ran into your storage closet, rummaging for some sort of weapon- something. He was breathing hard, but his hands no longer shook.

A lamp light came on in the living room from behind him. "Eren?" Your voice penetrated his thoughts, breaking him out of a completely different type of slumber. He turned.

You must've seen the wild look in his eyes- or maybe you summarize because of his past. Whichever way, you slowly made your way to him. When he was like this he didn't want touched. But he did want to be spoke to, lead through his feelings gently. Sometimes you had to physically shake him out of it- but you remained calm, gentle, sweet.

"What are you looking for?" Your voice was soft, the tone was truthful- no hint of edge or sharpness. Simple. His eyes searched the ground. Suddenly he couldn't remember. What had he been looking for?

Thunder rocked the house.

He jumped- not from fear really, but from realization. "They're here!" He practically sprang up, but you blocked his path, forcing him to meet your gaze.

"it's storming." He stopped. "Come here, Eren." You lead him to the door, and you opened it. You were right, it was storming.

"You had a bad dream." It wasn't a question.

The door shut.

He reached for you almost immediately. Your arms wrapped around him, and you gently drew circles on his back. You hummed as he sighed into you, the tension leaving him.

"I'm sorry."

You shushed him, and the two of you sat on the couch. Gently you allowed him to lay way you, your arms wrapped around him. Softly you sang a Christmas tune as your hands scratched his scalp.

He focused on a different beat- your heart beat sang softly in his ear. His eye lids began to drift shut, and Eren's breathe slowly began to even out.

He was wrapped up in you, perfectly protected and concealed and protected. The stormed seemed to die down, die out. Or at least Eren could only assume as it's importance faded, replaced by the sweet smell of your hair.

Eren was asleep before long- his body becoming limp against your own.

As soon as your realized he was asleep, and peaceful you joined him, the soft lights of a Christmas tree the last imagine you saw before a dream sprouted in your mind.

The storm continued as mere background noise, but in the house on this Christmas night it was peaceful, inside and out.

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A/n: merry Christmas!

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Reckless (Dark Fic)

Summary: Waking home at night after a concert with her best friend she didn’t notice the police car standing on the other side of the street. Or the man following her in the middle of the night on her short way home. She could already see her house when she was pressed with her back against the wall, her hands handcuffed over her head. She should have listenend to her husband earlier who wanted to pick her up…

Warnings: Explicit, con noncon, mentions of stalking, obsession, breeding kink

Pairing: Dark!Walter Marshall x Nameless OFC

Wordcount: 2.8k

A/N: Okay so here it is. It’s something completely different to the stuff I write usually, but it’s been on my mind for weeks. Please read the warnings. I don’t want anyone coming in my ask box complaining about how sick I am. Thank you to @ladyreapermc​ who edited the shit out of it. Love you x

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Humming to herself she walked down the dark road after attending a concert of her favorite band The taxi dropped her and her friend off at her house, where she had a beer before making her way home. It was only a five minute walk, so she declined someone bringing her home.It was a small town and it was almost midnight, on a school night. The only thing that would scare her along the way would probably be a stray cat.

With her headphones on, she fought the urge to sing along. She had to go out more. Between her job, the house, the man... She smiled to herself as she thought of him, probably still at work, trying to stay awake. When she met her husband almost 6 years ago, him being her knight in shining armour when her card was declined at the gas station, she thought he was just being nice, when he paid for her fill of gas. They got married two years after they met.

She didn’t notice the man following her as she took the shortcut through the dark alley to the right, already seeing her house in the dark just across the street.

Walter had watched her ever since she and her drunk friend got out of the taxi. She didn’t know that he had been watching her at every opportunity he got when he was free. No one would ever suspect a police officer being a creep.

He stayed seated in his unmarked police car, across the house she disappeared in. He wondered if she would be walking home by herself. As it turned out she was. He watched her say goodbye to her friend before she put her headphones on and all but danced down the street.

He waited until she was almost out of sight before he got out of his car and followed her. He knew that she lived only a couple minutes away. He knew there had been a concert in town and had seen her as he drove by the location hours ago. She was wearing that light blue summer dress. He loved how it looked on her. How it clung to the volume of her breasts and barely reached her knees.

He shook his head in disbelief when she took the shortcut through the dark alley. The light there went out months ago and nobody bothered to fix it, leaving that stretch of street completely in darkness,the light from the lamp post outside barely doing anything to help.  It was the perfect place for what he had in mind.

She still had no clue that someone was following her, too lost in her music, too distracted to care and it gave Walter even more time to plan his move, to keep his identity concealed for a few more moments because she knew who he was, of course. He earned himself quite the fame after the killer twins a couple of years ago. He was the famous Detective Walter Marshall, the one who made everyone feel safe. No one would ever suspect that he could do the same things he arrested people for.

She was just about to step out of the alley, when she felt a strong hand around her left wrist, her back being pushed almost violently into the wall. A scream died on her lips when another hand covered her mouth.

“Don’t even think about it…” A gruff deep voice startled her as she pulled her hands up against his broad chest.

She didn’t even notice that she had started crying, slowly blinking her eyes as she tried to make out the face of the man who held her with his body against the wall. Once again, she tried to push him off, still not being able to see just who it was, though she knew the voice.

“If you want it the hard way…” He growled, the hand over her mouth moving to her neck, holding her still in a choke as he seemed to search for something. Her fingers scraped and slapped the strong forearm connected to the hand holding her still, but her struggles barely fazed him. He was so much bigger than her, so much stronger. Her resistance was futile.

Once he found what he was looking for, Walter grabbed one of her wrists, watching as her eyes widened in surprise at the familiar click and the cold metal surrounding her wrist tightly. He tugged her arm up, releasing her throat long enough to grab her other arm and pull it up, handcuffing her to the rusty metal railing of a fire escape stairs hanging right above her.

“No… No No No No no…” She shook her head as panic started to set in. Why didn’t she stay at her friend’s house?

“What brings you here in the middle of the night, sweetheart? Look at me.” He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“Det… Detective Marshall?” She asked. She would recognize the eyes of the handsome Detective anywhere.

Marshall might just be the most handsome man in the small town they lived. Always polite and helpful, even if somewhat grumpy, but right now there was also something animalistic about him that she found highly attractive.

“How many times did I tell you not to wander alone through the night, hm?” He asked.

“But.. It’s safe around here…” She managed.

“Clearly not.” He grinned down at her and she shivered.

“What… What are you going to do to me?” She whispered.

“Oh… Nothing you’re not going to enjoy.”

His hand ran down her side, pausing at the bare skin of her thigh and she finally realized what was about to happen.

“Please… Please don’t. You’re better than that…” She whimpered, tears escaping her eyes.

“Oh hush… I’ve seen how you look at me. Don’t pretend you haven’t fantasised about how it would feel….” His hand forced itself between her legs. “if I’d touch you right here.”

She pressed her eyes close. Imagining being everywhere but here. Her arms above her head felt heavy. How was this happening?

“Stop struggling. You’re clearly enjoying this…” He hummed, feeling her warm and damp core with his fingers.

“You could have had this the easy way. Without forcing me…” She cried.

“Where would be the fun in that, hm?” He asked. “I see you around all day, wearing all these sexy clothes, and you don’t even notice that everyone is staring at you, don’t you?”

She looked at him, noticing how his dark gaze watched her every move. He was so handsome. Would probably be even more handsome with a new haircut, yet the dark curly hair that screamed to be touched made him appear even more… beastlike.

She had always been fascinated by his eyes. How they seemed to hold all the answers in the world. She never would have thought that a deep inside he caged a monster that he now was ready to unleash on her.

“Just get it over with then…” She said, suddenly feeling very tired. He pushed his groin against her pelvis, making her hiss. She could feel his hard cock, as he brought his face so close his breath tickled her skin and she could smell the coffee he must have had earlier that night.

“Oh no… I want you to enjoy this….” His lips crashed down on hers, all teeth and tongue, his hips rolling against hers. “And I want you to scream my name every time I make you cum.” He whispered into her ear, biting her earlobe as his fingers ripped her panties off, making her gasp.

Why was this happening to her? And why on Earth did she start to enjoy this?Anywhere his hands touched her body seemed to be on fire. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter everytime his hand wandered down her body, despite her best attempts to keep her legs closed. But if to deny him accept or to offer herself some blessed friction, she didn’t quite know.,. However, Marshall was undeniably stronger and pried her thighs open, pushing his clothed thigh in between them. The whimper that escaped her lips, she didn’t know if it was of fear or relief from having the supple muscle pressing against her aching flesh.

“I wonder if you taste as good as you look…” His grin was more a bearing of teeth of a hungry predator as he cupped her breasts, squeezing them harshly, making her whimper once again.“Like they were made for my hands…” He yanked  the neckline of her dress down, the noise of ripping fabric filling her ears and exposing her hard nipples to him.

“And wearing no bra… It almost seemed like you wanted this….” He whispered in a mocking tone, before he leaned down and bit onto one of her nipples, making her cry out.

She struggled against the handcuffs, wanting nothing more than to escape, yet at the same time she didn’t want him to stop. She hated herself for enjoying  the way he sucked on her nipple, hard. She would have marks from him for days.

“Everytime I see these tits I’m hard as fuck. Do you feel that?” He pushed himself closer against her. “Sometimes I think about you when I’m alone. How you feel. But fuck the real thing is better than I imagined.”

Gasping she threw her head back against the wall as she felt his other hand on her pussy. He pushed one finger in, making her cry out, while his other hand pinched her other nipple.

“So tight and wet.” He groaned, looking up at her. He brought his finger up, licking it.

“Better than I imagined. Tell me how many men fucked this pretty pussy?” He asked, taking a step away from her. He looked at her, so helpless, her arms over her head, her lips flushed and swollen from his kisses.

He couldn’t believe his luck. Having her here. Where she couldn’t run. At his mercy.

She didn’t answer him as she watched him open the fly of his pants. She could see his gun on his holster, making her gulp. Feeling herself shivering as he pulled his cock out, she closed her eyes. He was big. Probably too big for her. She could only hope that he would prepare her a little. Otherwise this would be even more painful than it already would be.

“Aww don’t close your eyes. Look at what you did.” He hummed. Breathing in deep she opened her eyes, looking into his.

“Like what you see?” He asked. In one last effort to stop him she brought her knee up as he stepped closer. It didn’t do anything.

“You fucking slut.” He growled, slapping her across the face, making her cry out.

“I was going to go gently on you, but you don’t want it gentle, do you?” He pushed the remains of her dress up, spitting into his hand rubbing his hard and throbbing cock.

“You want to be treated like the whore you are…” He grabbed one of her legs under her knee, pulling it up around his waist, his cock at her entrance.

“No… No don’t.” She cried.

“Oh shut up. I can feel you dripping on my cock already. Want me to cum inside you, huh?” He chuckled. She shook her head, a million scenarios going through her mind. She could end up pregnant from this.

“At least use a condom…” She pleaded. He stopped, looking down at her.

“No. I think I want to risk you ending up pregnant with my baby. Maybe that’ll teach you a lesson.” He said, before she felt him push inside of her.

All breath seemed to be pushed out of her body. She must have been wetter than she thought because it didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would. He hissed, pulling out of her before he thrusted his cock inside of her in one motion making her scream.

“There you go.” He hummed. He could see the tears in her eyes. “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it.” He groaned as he bottomed out, only to slam back in, making her moan. He grabbed her other leg, pushing her against the wall as he began to thrust into her almost violently.

She whimpered, the feeling of his hands grabbing her legs so hard it would leave marks as he fucked into her, making her cry more.

“Even better than I imagined. I think I wanna make you cum…” He whispered. She felt one of his hands leave her legs, that she unintentionally crossed behind his back, as his fingers found her clit.

“You like that?” He rubbed her nub, swallowing her cries as he kissed her hard. She bit into his lip, making him groan.

“Fuck you Walter.” She hissed. She could see the muscles in his jaw twitch as he looked at her. Two of his fingers rolled her clit in between them, making her cry out.

“Cum for me you fucking slut.” He growled, thrusting harder into her.

“No…” She cried, even though she could feel herself getting close.

“If you don’t cum, I won’t stop.” He threatened. “We’ll be here until you cum, no matter how long and how often I cum inside of you.”

“No.. Please….” She cried, turning her head away from him.

“Look at me.” He growled. She swallowed the lump of shame and arousal clogging her throat, turning her head towards him. “I want to look into your eyes when you cum. I can already feel you tightening around my cock. And you better scream  my name when you cum.”

He marked every word with a hard thrust making her cry out. Hot tears burned tracks down her cheeks as she tried to fight him off, but her movements seemed to be meeting his thrusts, sending spikes of pleasure up her body.

She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making her cum, but the way he was fucking her, the way he was touching her, pushed all of her buttons. With every thrust, every flick at her clit she felt herself growing closer. He brought his other hand to her neck.

“You better cum now…”

His movements grew harder, faster as his hand closed around her neck, choking her. The knot inside of her exploded, leaving her breathless as she cried out his name, her orgasm taking over her body. She shivered against his body, not even noticing as his hand left her neck, landing on her ass as he pushed her into him with every thrust. She didn’t feel the handcuffs around her wrists, the metal biting into her skin, leaving a bracelet of bruises.  She only felt overwhelming pleasure, riding out the longest and probably most intense orgasm she ever had in her life.

“Fuck. Yes. Just like that. You ready for my cum, slut?” Walter growled. She only whimpered in his response, caught between pleasure and disgust as she felt him still inside of her, his cock pumping his seed to where she least wanted it. Silently crying, she felt his forehead on her shoulder as they both tried to catch her breath.

She heard the rattle of keys, before his hands opened the handcuffs.

“Slowly.” He shushed, as she groaned. He put her arms around her shoulders, as he picked her up, her gentleness such a contrast to the brutality of moments before. She breathed in deep.

“Are you okay?” He whispered. She blinked her eyes open, looking at him. The dark gaze, the monster was gone, and left was only her Walter. He rubbed his hands over her wrists where she slowly got the feeling back.

“I’m perfect.” She sighed blissfully. He didn’t set her down, instead picking her up, but not before he made sure that she was fully covered. When did he pull up his pants?

“Was that good?” He asked. She finally opened her eyes, looking at him, as he slowly walked towards their home.

“I didn’t know you would really do it.” She said. Even in the dark she could see him blush.

“You trusted me with your fantasy and I was kinda curious.”

“It was just like I imagined.” She said, kissing him softly. “And it was kinda hot seeing you so… dominant.”

“Really?” He asked with a grin. She only nodded, playing with the soft curls on the back of his head as he searched for the keys to their house.

“How about a long hot bath and then we go to bed?” He asked as he unlocked the door.

“Sounds perfect.” She smiled tiredly. “I love you, Walter.”

“I love you too, baby.” He smiled back, before he kissed her forehead.

#fanfic #fanfiction #fan fiction #Walter marshall #henry cavill #Walter Marshall x reader #Walter Marshall x ofc #dark fic

[eideticmemory]

EVER SINCE NEW YORK IV | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

Description: I was messaged saying: “If you don’t write a young Matthew enemies to lovers fic featuring an obsession with sucking on boobs then what’s the point 😔.” So, here it is, folks! The ultimate College!Matthew fic. Cover by @timey-wimey-lovi​!

PART 4! Read Part 3 here!

SOUNDTRACK:

Let Me Know - Clear Eyes.

Friends - Ed Sheeran.

Perfect Places - Lorde.

Word Count: 4,551.

Rating: M.

Warning/Includes: Sexual intercourse, drinking, recreational drug use, a bit of angst.

Fall, Junior Year.

Tisch School of the Arts, 

New York University.

New York City. 

“We’re going out tonight,” Claire said, plopping down on your bed. 

“Oh? We are?” You replied, a notebook in your lap, and your back resting against the pillows.

“Yes. There is a welcome back party on campus tonight and we’re going.”

“I don’t feel like partying,” you sighed. “We just moved back in. There’s still so much left to do, to unpack.”

“Guess what? It’ll be here when we get back. And we’ll have all of tomorrow to decorate. But right now, we’re juniors, we’re thriving, and we’re gonna party!” She did a little dance, her red hair bouncing on her head. 

You giggled, “Fine. Only until midnight! Then, we’re coming right back.”

“Geez, grandma? Midnight? Make it one!”

“Fine, one-thirty.”

“I’ll take it,” she smiled. She hopped out of bed, and turned on her heels, finger guns pointing at you. “Wear that red tube top. Step all the way out, kid. I mean it!”

“Yeah, we’ll see.”

You wore the top. It looked good. Abnormally good. Insanely good. It hugged your body, and accented your breasts, little ruffles handing on the hem. You paired it with a loose pair of jeans, leather boots, and sparkly jewelry. Your hair was pulled out of your face and you applied light makeup. 

“Yes, ma’am!” Claire cheered when she saw you. “For someone who didn’t wanna party, you sure snapped.” 

“Hush,” you blushed. “I just wanna be prepared, y’know, in case we take pictures or run into people.”

Person. Singular. 

You anticipated a high chance of seeing Matthew tonight, and if it was true, it would be your first time seeing each other in person in two months. After week upon week of late night phone calls — full of dirty words, quiet moans, and soft goodnight wishes. With his timezone being three hours behind yours, the two of you set alarms on your phone to talk in the early hours of the morning. Until you fell into this routine of talking every night. First, helping each other get off — sometimes more than once. And then having a sleepy, giggle-filled conversation about anything under the sun. It regularly lasted until one of you fell asleep.

So, yeah. You were eager to see him. Even more eager to get back to his place. Get back underneath him. It’d been a week since you last spoke, both of you being too busy moving back to New York. You ached for him dearly. And you wanted his first reaction to seeing you again to be lustful, intense. The outfit was perfect.

Claire and you walked across campus, arm in arm, skin glowing under the lights, hair blowing in the breeze. The music was palpable, and you could hear it from miles away. The two of you stepped into the dorming building, giggling at the sight of familiar faces, the smell of alcohol and weed, the sound of bass. 

For most of the night it was easy to mingle. You carried a solo cup of alcohol from each room — vodka. Everytime you drank rum, you got horny. It was weird. You couldn’t turn a corner without bumping into someone you knew, be it a dancer, an actor, film student. Being a double major, and active on campus, you knew way too many people. And everyone seemed to be there that night. It took you a good hour to rotate amongst groups. 

“[y/n]?”

You turned around, a smile instantly appearing on your face. “Alex! Oh, my goodness! How are you?”

The dashing boy smiled at you, his hand on your shoulder. “Hey! I’m great, how are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good. I’m currently trying to have a good time despite being tired as hell.”

He laughed, “Well, I see you’ve got some good time juice there, so you’re halfway to freedom. Hey, I forgot to tell you — your performance in the nutcracker last Christmas was incredible. I, uh, I actually went to the spring ballet after that because I was so impressed.”

“Thank you,” you grinned. “I like to inspire people to experience ballet. It’s cool.”

“I was very inspired,” he nodded. “Hopefully we’ll have some more classes together this semester.” 

“Yeah! If not, you know how to reach me.” You bit down on your lip to keep from smiling too wide. He gave you a quick wink, and walked away. 

You instantly began looking for Claire, rushing around the dorm for anyone resembling your friend. You noticed her in the threshold of a room, shoulder leaned against the wall, her arms crossed. You walked up to her, “Claire! Claire, you’re not gonna believe who I just ran into. It was definitely not the reunion I was expecting tonight.” 

Claire was dazed, staring in front of her with a face solid as stone. You very rarely saw her like this, and it freaked you out right away. “Claire? Claire, dude, what’s wrong?” You turned your head to follow her gaze, and your eyes landed on the couch. 

People lined the cushions, and dead in the center was Matthew. His hair had grown out a lot, and he dressed differently. All button down shirts and khaki shorts. With that damn chain tucked in his collar. And beside him was a girl. Hair jet black, a matching black mini dress, paired with sandals. They were kissing. Hot. Heavy. His hand gripping her hair, the other on his thigh. When they seperated, she touched his lips and you felt yourself having a stroke. The giggled at each other and Matthew kissed her cheek. 

“It’s about one-thirty, right?” Claire asked you, her sight not moving. 

You gulped. There was an ache in your chest that made it hard to speak. But you took a deep breath, and release the words, “Yeah. Let’s go home.”

Claire walked around you, heading towards the exit, and you followed. The two of you walked home, silent, arms over each other’s shoulders. In the room, Claire dropped her stuff to the floor,  kicked her shoes off and sat on her bed. You rushed into the space, approached your nightstand and rummaged through it. 

“What are you doing, [y/n]?”

“I’m packing a bowl,” you replied, grabbing your herbs, a lighter and the bowl. 

“Right now? In here?” She gasped.

“Is that okay?”

She sighed, “Yeah. Come share.”

The two of you sat on her bed, thirty minutes later, laying against the wall with your heads staring at the ceiling. Your eyelids were lowered, red, and your breathing was slow. 

“I’m hungry,” Claire said, texting on her phone. “Do we have gummy bears? I want gummy bears. But haribo gummy bears. Not those knocks off we used to buy. And some soda. Soda would be so good right now. My mouth is so dry.”

You stayed quiet, eyes focused on the lights overhead. You couldn’t get the image out of your mind. Matthew. And that girl. Kissing. Touching. 

“Her name is Veronica,” Claire said. 

You turned your hear to her, “Huh?”

“Her name is Veronica,” she repeated. “Or Roni for short.” She rolled her eyes. “She, uh, she’s from Vegas. She went to school with...Gube, actually. They dated.”

“Oh...” you nodded. “Are you...are you okay?”

“I — I, yeah, I’m fine,” she shrugged. “It’s just...really inconvenient of him to go back to her right now.”

“Back to her?”

“They’re together. They’re dating. Apparently they got back together this summer.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows together, a thousand thoughts running through your mind at once. “What do you think about that?” Claire asked. 

“Uh...” You shrugged. “I’m surprised anyone actually touches that boy,” you laughed, the sound coming out broken and sad. 

“Yeah...well...Misty says Roni is a big one for Gube. That, um, necklace he wears? She gave it to him years ago. He never took it off.” 

You nodded, “Yeah,” your voice cracked. “Well, that’s...that’s some heavy fixation there.” 

“[y/n]...”

“I should shower. I’m gonna shower.” You went to get off the bed, but Claire grabbed your wrist. You turned to her, and she pushed your hair out of your face. 

“I’m really upset about this, kid,” she said. “Can you...can you just lay with me for a bit?” 

You sighed, gave her a small smile and leaned in to hug her. She held you close, placing one hand on your head and the other on your rest. And she let you rest your head on her chest, as you let silent tears roll down your cheeks. 

Monday morning, you got up at 5 in the morning. You spent 2 hours in the ballet studio, twirling and dancing until your feet went numb. When you returned home, Claire was still asleep and you took a quick shower. You tried on ten different outfits, applied makeup, spent a long time on your hair. You made breakfast, checked for any assignments, surfed social media. And still had an hour before class. 

You chose to walk around campus, locate all your classes, grab some coffee, and then you headed to your first class. Walking through the building, you sipped on your drink, moving absentmindedly roaming the halls. Suddenly, a hand reached out and pulled you into a storage closet. Your scream was cut short, and you jumped as the door closed behind you.

You looked up at see Matthew staring at you, a soft smile on his face. “Hey.”

“I’m going to class,” you muttered, turning to exit the room. But Matthew put his hand on the door knob to stop you.

“Wait, wait,” he pleaded. “Um, do I see you at the party —“

“Yep,” you nodded, not making eye contact with him. 

“So...then, you saw me at the party with—“

“Yep.”

“Okay...[y/n]...”

“I really have to go to class, so, thanks for the detour, but I’m leaving now.” You removed his hand from the knob and left the closet, not looking back. 

You walked into your classroom, swallowing to get rid of the weird feeling in your throat. You set your bag down and took a seat. You attempted to shake Matthew out of your mind, the smell of him, the sight of him, the tension of being so close to him. But it was hard. It may have been the hardest thing ever. 

“Well, well, well,” a voice called to you. “Guess I got lucky, huh?”

You looked up to see Alex, giving you a toothy grin and a look of pure joy. “Alex,” you breathed. “Hi. This is awesome, you’re in here?”

“Yeah,” he took a seat beside you. “Haven’t seen you much since freshman year. This is nice.”

“It sure is.”

So. 

Remember number eight on your list of atrocities against Matthew Gubler? 

Fucked his friend. While said friend was supposed to help Matthew with his project. 

Alex would be the friend. He was gorgeous and kind and so good in bed. You first met in a cinematography class freshman year, where he very boldly asked if you wanted to hang out some time. You smiled, said yes, and that led to the aforementioned sexual encounter. It only happened a handful of times, until the semester was over. Then you didn’t see each other as often.

But he was here now. He was here and he was flirting with you. You were flirting back. You were hurt and upset and confused and so fucking horny, you could burst. So, after classes, you reached out to him and asked if he could help you with a pre class assignment. He told you to come over. You did. 

You didn’t work on the assignment though. 

Starting off pretty hot and heavy, it was a few weeks of meaningless sex until he asked you out. Claire cheered when she heard the news, causing you to give her a confused look. “Why are you so happy that I have a date?” You giggled. 

“Oh...I just — Alex is cute! He’s great, I always wondered what happened to him. You said he was good in the sack and he was always sweet to you. I’m just, so glad you’re happy.”

You gave her a faux smile, “Yeah. I’m happy.” 

Alex’s friend was having a birthday party at his apartment, and Alex insisted you come. Said it was the only way he’d be able to have any fun when everyone got too drunk. You agreed, and when he picked you up that night, you were dressed in a purple romper and diamond earrings. 

“You look beautiful,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss you. 

“Thank you,” you smiled. “You look beautiful, too.” 

He held your hand as he drove to the apartment, as you got out the car, walked up the stairs, entered the living space. He introduced you to everyone you met, his arm around you proudly and your head nuzzled into his chest. 

Watching you across the room was a very irritated Matthew Gubler, who sat with Veronica on his lap and a beer in his hand. You didn’t notice Matthew’s presence for a long time, considering the fact that he was avoiding you, and you were more focused on Alex. 

While talking to Alex’s friends, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. You strolled down the hallway, searching for the restroom. 

“[y/n]!”

You turned around, confused. Matthew marched up to you, his hands in his pocket, his face determined. 

“I have to go to the bathroom,” you told him, and continued to walk. 

He followed you. “So, you dating Alex now?”

“That’s not really your business, now is it?”

He grabbed onto your arm and pulled your body into his, hiding you two behind a corner. “No, but it bugs me.”

“It bugs you?”

“It bugs me. I don’t want you with Alex. Alex is a dick.” 

“Well, not to me—“

Matthew leaned down and kissed you, his hands tightened on your waist. He kissed you like he was starving, mouth open, breath heavy. 

You pushed him away, your eyes closed in shock and ecstasy. No, no, you thought. “Matthew—“

“Let’s leave,” he interjected.

“Huh?”

“Let’s leave. Me and you. Let’s go.”

“No,” you snapped.

“Why not?”

“Because, I’m here with Alex! And you’re here with...her, so, no. I’m staying here, with the guy I came with.”

“C’mon—“

“Matthew, no! No! Are you deaf? Are you dumb? Leave me alone, and go back to your girlfriend.” You suddenly didn’t have to pee anymore, so you returned to Alex and his group of friends. Matthew watched as you took a seat in Alex’s lap, and you pretended not to notice. 

There was radio silence for months. Matthew even removed you on snapchat, and for your sanity, you ignored it. You continued a casual relationship with Alex, and he continued to worship the ground you walked on. A vast change in pace from Matthew. Claire pushed for the Alex relationship hardcore, saying hi to him when came over, giving you guys time alone, tagging alone with you two to parties. 

But every once in a while, you thought about Matthew. When you saw a particular movie, or heard one of his favorite bands, right after you would have sex. And especially on Halloween. Over the summer, he told you all about his costume plans, party plans, and movie marathons he was going to have. And for some reason, like a clown, you just assumed you’d be with him when it happened.

By the time final exams were over, you and Alex considered yourselves exclusive. You strolled into the end of the year party, holding hands and laughing. You’d fallen into a good groove with his friends. They all liked you, you liked them, and you enjoyed their company. While sitting with them, one pulled out a joint, lit it and began to pass it around.

“Want a hit?” Alex asked.

“She’s pretty tiny. Can she handle it?” A friend said. 

You glared at her and took the paper between your lips, inhaling and holding a large amount of smoke. She watched in amazement as you exhaled through your nose, “Well...I stand corrected, princess.”

You took in a sharp breath of air.

And that was just the beginning of the spiral. 

You stayed in rotation of the weed for a long time, until your thoughts were nothing but a mess of words racing everywhere. Your eyes felt heavy, so did your body. And you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

You were wondering was there ever really a connection or were you just highly sexually compatible? Did Matthew ever have feelings for you or did he just want one thing? Why does kissing him and fucking him and just talking to him feel so different? How come when everything falls apart, you want Matthew? How come when everything is going well, you want Matthew? Need to talk to Matthew. Where’s Matthew? Where’s Matthew? 

“[y/n]!” Alex called. “You’re high as fuck,” he laughed. “What are you thinking about?”

Matthew. 

“Come here,” and he pulled you into a kiss. And when you pulled away, feeling nothing, nothing at all, you realized you needed Matthew. You needed to feel something. But Matthew wasn’t here. And you wish he was here. Where’s Matthew? 

Tears were springing to your eyes, but you quickly began to cough, distracting yourself with a new sensation. You rose to your feet, and exited the room, much to Alex’s disapproval. He watched you rush past him, his face laced with confusion.

Everyone you passed by looked like Matthew. Why did everyone look like Matthew? You missed Matthew. And this was unfair. You wiped at the tears in your eyes, but they were already gliding down your cheeks. They burned your skin and it made you cry more. You were blinded. And way too high to notice Matthew - the real Matthew - entering the hallway. 

His eyes were redder than red, a lot like yours. His movements were slow. But something told him to reach out for you. Like a magnet. And you fell into his arms. It took him a whole second to realize it was you, but he did. 

“[y/n]?” he whispered. “Oh, my God, [y/n]. What’s wrong? What happened?” His hands moved to cup your face, his thumbs wiping the tears on your cheek. 

“[y/n]!” Oh, no. Alex. “What are you doing? Where are you going?” 

At that point, you looked up at Matthew. Focused in on him. Said his name. But his attention had turned to Alex. And he was pissed. You could tell. 

“Wait, wait, Matthew, wait,” you pleaded. 

“What the hell did you do to her?” He shouted, holding you close. 

“Wait, Matthew, he didn’t—“

“Gube, let her go, dude!.” Alex snapped, reaching for your arm. 

And that sent Matthew through the roof. He released you from his arms and moved towards Alex, delivering a swift punch to his face. You’d never seen Matthew so much as cuss someone out, so this. This. This was hard to register. Nonetheless, you screamed his name, attempting to push both of them away from the brawl. But it was useless. 

Two guys had to step in and separate Alex and Matthew, pulling them to opposing sides of the hallway. And you had to decide who to follow. It wasn’t a hard decision to make. 

You kept a good 100 feet behind Matthew the whole time, watching him stomp his way to his residence hall. You knew exactly how to get into the building, but weren’t sure you should. You’d never seen him so angry. So red. So primal. 

But, Matthew. 

Oh, God, Matthew. What would you say? What would you do? Did he want to see you? Did he want to be alone? Was his roommate there? You paced for 20 minutes, freezing your ass off outside the dormitory. Your mind was made up when you found the side entrance and let yourself in, marching up the steps. Now or never. Now or never. And you needed to see Matthew now. 

You perched yourself in front of his door, paused, and proceeded to knock with full force. “Be home, be home, be home,” you whispered. 

He was home.

He came to the door, shirtless, his face bruised, his hair tasseled, and that stupid, ridiculous gold chain around his neck. And you’d never wanted to suck a dick so badly in your entire life. You instantly imagined grabbing him, kissing him, pulling him close. But you didn’t do that. You stood there, looking like an idiot, until he spoke. 

“What are you doing here, [y/n]?”

You hadn’t even thought about it. It just felt right to follow him. “I—I wanted...I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

He shrugged, “I’m alright.” His face was stern. Stoic. No emotion showed on his features and it made you sick.

“Oh,” you said. “Okay.” 

You stared at each other for a long time. You just wanted him to say it. Ask you to stay. Ask you to come in. To admit it. But he wouldn’t. So you had to walk away. 

“Okay,” you nodded, sadly, and ducked your head as you headed towards the exit. “Okay.” You sniffled, patting at your eyes as they watered. 

Matthew watched you go. His bottom lip caught between his teeth, his shoulders relaxing as he exhaled. “[y/n],” he called. 

You’d stopped in your tracks.

“You...you were pretty stoned at the party,” he told you. “Are you sober?” 

You turned your body to face him. You thought about his eyes. How red they were. How slow he moved. How you had both been utterly and totally high as hell. “I’m sober,” you said. Honestly. After all of tonight’s events, and the sheer shock of seeing Matthew, being so close to him again, you had sobered up. “Believe me, I’m sober. Are you?”

Matthew licked him lips, nodding as he sighed. He stepped out into the hallway, and pushed the door to his dorm open. He signaled for you to enter. 

You gave him a quick and sad smile, and you avoided eye contact with him as you stepped into the empty room. He led the way to his private room, and let you in, closing the door behind you. You kept your back to him, arms crossed over your chest. 

He sighed, “I’m—Veronica and I broke up. Actually, she broke up with me...again. So, y’know, it wasn’t much of a surprise, but—“

“Matthew,” you cut him off, turning to him. “I need a favor.”

He hesitated, then his voice was strong, “Anything.”

“I leave for home next week for Christmas break. And since, I can’t seem to figure out what the hell about you is driving me insane, Matthew Gubler, I’m going to need time. Space. If you need time and space. So, you need to make that decision.”

“Okay.”

“But right now, take your clothes off,” you ordered. 

“Okay.”

He stared at you lustfully, just like you wanted, his body moving on autopilot to remove his shorts and boxers. You mirrored his movements, and took off your dress, subsequently tossing your bra and panties onto the floor. He grabbed onto your body and kissed you, one hand tangled in your hair and the other gripping your waist. He pushed you back onto his bed, falling on top of you and kissing your neck. You held onto his torso as he made way to your collarbone, nibbling on it lightly. He pulled away and gropped your breasts, massaging them with his fingers. 

He was practically drooling over them, his eyes focused solely on your boobs. He leaned down and sucked on your nipple, while his hand slid down between your legs. He felt around your core, and slowly slid two fingers into you. You threw your head back, and moaned. 

Matthew kissed a trail from your breast to your hips. He began to kiss your inner thighs, kneeling down in front of you and pulling you up to his face. He pressed his tongue against  your clit, working his muscle in an up and down motion. You moved your hips against his face and his fingers, gasping weakly. You forgot how good his mouth felt, but this was huge, huge reminder. You gripped onto his hair and swore under your breath. 

He noticed your thighs tightening around his face, and increased his intensity and speed. Your back arched off of the mattress, you whimpered into your mouth, and your chest was heaving. You let out a long groan as you came on his face, your entire body tensing up. He withdrew his fingers from you, and licked up from your core to your navel to your breasts. He kissed your neck, then your lips. And he sucked his fingers clean, holding eye contact with you.

Overwhelmed, you pulled him in by his face and kissed him passionately. He grunted against your lips, rubbing his cock on your core. He pushed into you, his jaw dropping and his forehead against yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist and this encouraged him to thrust into you. Matthew held you in his arms, moaning into your ear as he moved his hips. 

You kissed his jaw, sucking on the skin until you felt it pulse between your lips. You could feel his muscles moving under your palms, and his cock striking a sensitive spot inside of you. It felt like you were crumbling, getting weaker by the second. But when you felt the chain hitting your chin, you wired back to life. You gripped onto the necklace and twisted it around your fingers, angrily biting your lip. 

As he slammed into you, you muttered a soft “fuck!” and yanked on the chain. It popped off of his neck, and it was cathartic. You moaned and threw it to a far corner of the room. You reached down and rubbed your clit quickly, panting as Matthew’s body began to tremble. He kept his gaze focused on you as you let him fuck you into another orgasm, and your hips rolled against his in an eager rhythm. 

“Oh, fuck!” Matthew exclaimed, pulling out of you just in time. He released himself onto your stomach, moaning and gasping for air. 

The mattress creaked as he laid down beside you, collapsing with a thud. The two of you stared at the ceiling, naked and breathy and covered in sweat. You rested your hand on Matthew’s chest, and he intertwined your fingers. 

The next week, you were headed to the train station to get home for Christmas. Not knowing what to say to each, Matthew and you hadn’t talked since last week. You sat in the back of an uber, your suitcase at your side, when your phone vibrated in your lap. You picked it up and recognized Matthew’s name flashing on your screen. 

You sighed, swiped to answer, and held the phone to your ear, “Hello?”

“I don’t want space.”

“I—“ You stuttered. 

“I want as little space as possible.”

You were stunned, quiet, “Okay.”

The line went dead, and you set your phone down. You bit down on your lip. But the smile was still clear.

[PART 5.]

#mine #college!matthew #esny #matthew gray gubler #matthew gray gubler smut #matthew gray gubler imagine #mgg #mgg smut #mgg imagine

[thechangeling]

Night blooming

Ok so remember when I said I was gonna write another wlw one shot about my OC and Thais Pedroso? Well I finally finished it. This is a sequel to Only Love. I reccomend you read that one first. It's on my Ao3. Also there are two Buffy references in here. If you catch them you get a cookie.

She was beautiful. Utterly stunning. Like a shining becon of angelic radiance and power. But what honestly made Thais so alluring was her kindness and selflessness. She was the kind if girl who held her heart out before her for everyone to see. You could see it in her smile, hear it in her laugh, you could see it reflected in her paintings.

Janessa was the kind of girl who had thought she had given up on the goodness of humanity a very long time ago. She had seen how cruel people could be first hand during her human life and even now as a vampire. Only now she had power to protect her and a dangerous appetite that was never full.

In theory maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe in theory a lot of Nessie's ideas were bad ideas. But after that kiss in her room. After Thais had slept in her bed and asked Janessa to sing to her. Nessie couldn't lie to herself anymore.

"So where are we exactly?" Thais asked, stepping of Janessa's motorcycle, eager to be done riding it. Janessa hadn't had a helmet available since she never road with one. Thais was shocked when she told her.

"Don't you need one?" She had asked her.

"Nope I'm dead remember? Plus vampires are pretty much indestructible unless-"

"Unless you get them in the heart," Thais had chimed in. She sounded as if she was reciting something taken directly from a textbook.

She probably was.

It was a little unsettling.

They had pulled up to what looked to be an abandoned building. It was dark and worn down, with crumbling broken edges.

"It's a surprise," Janessa answered playfully. Thais rolled her eyes good naturedly. Janessa laughed.

"Come on angel, dont you trust me?"

Thais deliberated this for awhile then finally nodded. "Ok fine, lead me to my death." She held out her hand for Janessa to take.

If Nessie was alive, her heart would probably be racing. She smiled in spite if herself and took Thais's hand.

Thais instantly tensed up. "By the angel you're cold!" She complained. Janessa rolled her eyes fondly.

"I am once again, reminding you that I'm a vampire," she pointed out. "Come on."

She led Thais towards the entrance of the building. Thais seemed to notice something of to the side and gasped excitedly.

"Look!" She pulled Nessie towards what appeared to be a patch of flowers. "Jasmines! They're night blooming!" Thais let go of Janessa's hand to pick one and handed it to her.

"Just like you."

A shadowhunter had just given Janessa a flower. A pretty girl had just given her a flower. Janessa needed oxygen. She didnt need to breathe but somehow she felt like she was suffocating.

Janessa felt really strange. She had been for weeks whenever she was around Thais. There were all kinds of new emotions that she wasn't really prepared to deal with. Nor did she want to.

Janessa shook it off. She reached forward and took the flower from Thais. Nessie felt her shiver slightly when their fingers touched. Thais was smiling at her, her expression was open and warm the same way it always was. Janessa wished she could be the same way.

She wished she knew how.

Janessa made an effort to stop gaping and smiled. "Thanks angel. It's beautiful." Thais shrugged.

"I know your probably not a flowers type of person-" she started, ducking her gaze shyly. Nessie shook her head adamantly.

"No shut up, I like my flower!" She protested jokingly. "And I actually am a flowers person, it's just that no one's ever given me them before." Thais smiled at her shyly, lifting her hand to push Janessa's hair back behind her ear.

"Me neither," she admitted. Nessie found herself instinctively leaning into her touch.

She was warm. Janessa grinned unselfconsciously for a moment before realizing she was showing her fangs. "Sorry!" Janessa exclaimed. But Thais appeared to be unfazed.

She shook her head smiling. Thais's eyes were shining like bright beautiful obsidian stones. Her fingertips felt soft against Nessie's skin. She gulped.

"I didn't even notice," Thais whispered.

Janessa held her gaze for a moment then remembered why they were there in the first place. She shook herself out of her stupor.

"Come on let's go inside." She took Thais's hand again and guided her towards the building. Thais groaned reluctantly, but still followed.

"I swear this is how horror movies start Nessie," she grumbled. Janessa laughed.

"Well if there's anything big and bad lurking in the shadows angel I promise to protect you," she teased.

"Oh please I'll be the one protecting you. I'm the one with combat training."

"Yeah but I'm the one with the scary teeth," Janessa countered playfully. Thais rolled her eyes and allowed Nessie to lead her into the building.

It was crumbled and run down with weeds growing out in every direction, but when they finally made it down to the center wall, Thais gasped.

The entire wall was covered in street art. More specifically street art like looked like it belonged in Brazil. At least according to pictures Janessa had seen.

"Oh by the angel, it's beautiful!" Thais exclaimed. "It looks just like the stuff in São Paulo!" She traced her fingers across the bumpy cement. "I used to paint like this sometimes."

Janessa raised an eyebrow. "You mean spray paint?" She asked skeptically. "I have a hard time picturing a shadowhunter doing graffiti art for some reason." Thais laughed and it made Janessa want to laugh as well.

"Yes I could see why you would think that," Thais admitted, the smile leaving her face. Shadowhunters usually aren't encouraged to pursue the arts. But I love it." Thais turned away from Thais and continued tracing the outline of one of the drawings. Nessie followed her as she walked.

"When I was a kid, everytime I would be super excited and happy and have a ton of energy, I used to run around and destroy the house by drawing all over the walls. At the time the consequences, or the concept of right and wrong, wouldn't faze me," Thais explained. She sounded a little nervous to be telling Janessa this.

Janessa carefully walked up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder, gently spinning Thais around to face her. "Why not?" She asked.

Thais looked haunted. "Because I didn't realize what I was doing at the time. I didn't know and I don't know why. Sometimes I have these moments where I just get really depressed and heavy for no reason and I dont leave my bed for days and other times it's like I'm on top of the world and I feel like I'm floating on clouds until I run out into traffic and nearly get run over," she murmered. She was avoiding Janessa's gaze.

Thais shook her head as if she was clearing dust from it. "Anyways the point is, spraying and painting has always helped me feel better. More human. One of the things I hate about shadowhunters is there's so much focus on death and violence and war," she said bitterly. "We're trained that our emotions are distractions. To feel is to be weak, and stuff like art, music or dancing, they're made from feelings. I think that's why shadowhinters are persuaded not to pursue them."

Thais sighed, glancing back over to the wall of street art. Janessa stayed silent, allowing Thais time to think.

Thais turned back to look at Janessa her eyes were shining again as she smiled slightly. "But I mean, who wants to live in a world without feelings?" She asked, stepping closer to Janessa.

Nessie was suddenly hyper aware of Thais's proximity to her. Her lips were curved and full and soft looking. She could remember their first kiss quite vividly, the way Thais tasted, the feeling of her warm body pressed against Janessa's.

The smell of Thais's blood overwhelming her.

Nessie reached out and cradled the sides of her face, rubbing her thumb against the edge of Thais's cheekbone. "You're right," she whispered in response to Thais's earlier statement. "There's nothing without feelings." Janessa lowered her head so that their lips were almost touching, paused for a moment to see if Thais would back out, and when she didn't, Nessie kissed her slowly.

Janessa heard Thais's heart sped up the same way it did the first time they kissed. She smiled slightly and deepened the kiss, pushing her tounge against Thais's as she felt Thais grip her arms tighter, pulling against the buckles on Nessie's leather jacket. She continued to kiss her feverishly pushing Thais's hair back. It was incredibly thick and curly, so Janessa couldn't really run in fingers through it very well.

Nessie ran her arms down Thais's shoulders to her waist and Thais made a squeaking type noise and jumped back.

"Cold Nessie!" She cried out. Janessa laughed.

"Aw I'm sorry angel. You're just gonna have to get used to it," she cooed. Thais playfully rolled her eyes.

She was silent for a moment then, studying Janessa carefully with her dark eyes. "You know it's interesting," she mused. "I used to believe that vampires couldn't feel things like love and compassion." Janessa narrowed her eyes.

This was a strange thing to be admitting on their first date but sure, why not?

"But then I heard you sing," Thais continued. "I heard you sing and it was so beautiful. Not just because you're good, because you are very good. But because you sing with so much passion and emotion," Thais exclaimed. "And that's when I knew that I was wrong, and that I care about you."

Janessa couldn't help but grin. "God you are so cute," she giggled.

Thais shrugged. "I'm not that cute. Also another thing happened that night when I saw you perform that I thought you should know about," she said innocently.

Nessie was curious. "What?"

Thais smirked in a way that was very not angel like. "I'll tell you once we get back to the institute." Janessa bit her lip to avoid letting out a moan.

"Well fuck then snap some pictures of the wall and let's get out of here," Nessie exclaimed, rushing towards the exit. Thais laughed and raced after her.

"Its fine. We can always come back," she pointed out. "Maybe this could be our special place."

Janessa felt another overwhelming rush of feeling overtake her. She tried not to let it show.

'Yeah," she answered, feeling light and fluffy and on top of the world, just like Thais had described before.

Just be careful, a voice inside her said. Make sure you don't go running out into traffic.

Keep your guard up Nessie.

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Just for frame of reference, this is my idea of Janessa.

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[harryandtaraspirateship-blog]

Surrender Chapter 2

“ Cause you look greatest when you feel like a damn queen, We’re all just playing a game in a way, trying to win at life”, I sing loudly, as I tap my hand on the dash along to the beat of the music. Continuing to sing, I look over to my mum whose already looking over to me then on to the road and It felt like I could hear her questioning the type of person she's made in her head, I smile widely in response. “You think we should bring them some pie? After dinner?” My mum asks me. “Hmmm the good ole cliche apple pie? I am 3.14 % okay with that” , as I make the *ba dum tis* noise while doing the drum movements with my hands. Laughter is the only thing consumed in this car in this moment. “Pie, would be great, Mum” I say through my breathes of laughter. The thought of meeting the boy with the brown swirls of moppy hair creates excitement and curiosity through me. “Harry” echoes through my mind, I quickly snap out of my trance and begin to tell my mother the rest of the drive about the application process I was about to start for colleges. We arrive at NorthValley Composite High, it’s only the second week of the first semester, the air still flowing with the smell of trees and warmth is radiating of the summer sun. Before exiting the vehicle, I quickly give my mother a kiss on the cheek and wish her a good day. I hop out of the vehicle and immediately text Sam to meet me by our lockers. Walking towards my lockers, I notice the same regular crowds in their same particular areas of the courtyard, with the second level above the courtyard was reserved for the quote on quote “popular kids”, quite frankly they were made of guys who think they were the shit, majority of this school's population of girls had crushes on these boys, and girls who thought they were the royalty of the school. (Stereotypical girls in teenage movies, made up of girls who easily intimidated by another girls rising popularity or the boys noticing a new girl.) Sam’s and I’s locker were on the third floor which looked over the entire courtyard, which meant when there is a commotion, guess who gets the front seat? Thats right, meeee. “Hey boo" Sam yell’s practically loud enough for the courtyard to hear, with people looking at Sam. I put in my notebooks into my locker and smile at her and say “you know I love it when you express your love for me.” With a sly wink from me, she quickly rolls her eyes and smirks with “ babe, you know it.” We quickly burst into laugher, while finishing putting our stuff into our lockers. Let me give you a description of Sam, she has long beautiful dirty blonde hair and colourful eyes that you can’t even describe, she can make a plastic bag look amazing. She's been my best friend since we were in grade 3 and honestly she knows me better than myself at times. I refer to her as my soulmate everytime, someone ask’s me about her. Today she's wearing her favourite black bomber jacket with her black vans and white ripped jeans, totally a beauty, everyone knows this in school, especially the guys know. But her heart had been taken by Justin, I liked the guy because this one of the first guy’s to actually genuinely care about Sam and didn’t she her as an object. He was one of the core people who were in the popular crowd, because of his father’s wealth and his spot on the varsity football team. Although I mentioned i’d hurt him, if he were to hurt my best friend, only a couple times… Before bells rang, while Sam and I were talking about her sleeping over at my house, I mention my new neighbours. “British accent?!?” She squeals, I am taken back by her tone and say “yeah” while trying to regain my hearing in my right ear. “Oooooo look finally a guy for you!!” I laugh at her delusion, “yup totally this total stranger is the one! Could tell by the way we looked at each other, oh wait he didn’t.” I say with sarcasm. “Besides I don't want to be into another person after Stephen..” I say slowly. (Later in the story I'll tell you) “Tara how many times do I have to tell you that it happened a while ago, and I want to see you happy, could you at least consider trying to be more open with people? You’re one of the most caring people I know, you always put others first and a person willing to see that is the one for you.” She says to me. I sigh and say "fine, fine i’ll try to come out of my shell this year, okay? She smiles and claps at my acceptance. “Your lucky, I love you” I tell her, “oh believe me babe, I know.” She says. She is quickly taken by Justin who walks her to her usual math class and she tells me she’ll see me later.  As I walk towards my English class and look over the rail to look down at the courtyard and see a group of girls swooning and giggling at something or someone by the main doors, I can’t see who they are staring at but must’ve been one of the core boys on second, I disregard it and continue to walk to class. I make it into my class and sit towards the front then take out my notes from last class and wait for the class to begin, with regular kids pilling in then Madison and Lauren walk in, taking up the seat behind me. They were leaders of the clique of “royalty”, Madison mostly. I stayed focus on planning notes in my planner when I hear Madison say “I hear he’s from the United Kingdom.” I suddenly stop myself to listen, thinking about the mop head boy. “The UK? Woah thats hot” Lauren says. “I know right? I am thinking of welcoming the new boy myself, I seen him on my way to class, he was walking out of the office coming up the stairs. He is totally fine, with his curly hair of his.” she giggles with Lauren. Yup, its mop head boy, couldn’t help myself feel even more curious as to what he looked like. As Mr. Holden stands to start the class, there is a knock at the door and by instinct everyone turns to look and there he is standing beside Principal Donald, I look at his face and boy he is actually really handsome, he is wearing a white tee shirt that slightly expose his tattoos underneath and black jeans with a black string necklace of some sort around his neck. Principal says to Mr. Holden and the rest of class that “this is Harry and he’s our new student”, if someone were kind enough to show him around school that will be great!” Mr. Holden in a cheerful tone tells him, he’ll choose a student to do so afterwards but to take a sit across from me on the other side of the class. “Hope he picks me” I hear Madison say to Lauren. “Good morning class today we will be starting our partner paper for The Great Gatsby, now I hope all of you have read them over the summer because this should be thorough and I want you to understand what Gatsby was experiencing and the dynamics of the themes”, He explains to us. “To live through what that era was like, the theme between social setting and the reality of his dream.”  I slowly look over to Harry and see he is already staring at me and I embarrassingly turn quickly focusing on the teacher, I felt my cheeks get hotter because I felt him to continue to stare at me. “Okay, I'll explain more after I tell you whose partnering with who, James with Sarah, Ruby & Kate, Madison…” he says slow, looking at his sheet. “Please Harry, Please Harry” I hear Madison mumble. “Connor!” He informs her, an angry sigh leaves Madison. He beings to partner the rest of the class till he says “Tara, you’ll be with Harry. Mind showing him around too? Thanks”, he tells me. I gulp and glance over at him and he doesn’t seem to notice me, like I figured. The rest of the class, he tells us more about the partner paper and my mind keeps going back to Harry. The bell rings and everyone scurries out of the class room and I rush to catch Harry in the hall. “Harry!” I say to catch his attention, he turns towards me and in a unenthusiastic tone says “yeah?”, "Um I was supposed to show you around and since we are working on the paper now, he interrupts me and says “Listen, you don't have to, that girl offered when I walked out of class and I said yes, he points behind me and I turn around and see Madison standing there looking like a gawking schoolgirl. I roll my eyes and go “okay, but when do you want to start this paper?” He swiftly moves past me while saying coldly “ I don't know, but I'll see you later.” I turn around and see both of them  walking together and Madison looks behind and gives me a smile that says “HAHAHA BITCH.” I stand there wondering how do all people like them find each other its like they can sense the arrogance in each other, that makes them flock together. “Yay! Can’t wait to see him after supper tonight!!” I say to myself. (NOT) I roll my eyes and walk towards my next class but can’t help smirk at the thought of the expression on his face when he finds out we are neighbours.

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[baekberrie]

P L A Y B O Y (Chanyeol x reader) Part 4

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"What is he doing here?"

You gulped slowly, not knowing what to say. You and Baekhyun weren't really doing anything he had to have knowledge over.

Baekhyun stepped besides and gave you a quick side hug.

"Maybe it's better if I go, see ya tomorrow Y/n." He said and patted your shoulder. It was pretty obvious he left because of Chanyeol, you sighed and leted Chanyeol step in.

"Do as you please~" You said trying to sound kind but you just felt so not in the mood to do math, like ew no.

Chanyeol looked around in your apartment curiously. Your parents weren't here in this period because of work, so you had to be alone. But you didn't mind too much. You knew how to take care of yourself and how to keep the house clean. Of course the only thing missing were your parents whom you missed very much, they were your family after all.

"I'll go take my stuff, you can just sit at the table there." You explained normally and pointed at the dining table, where you and your parents would also eat dinner. Chanyeol just gave you a slight nod as he let his schoolbag fall off his shoulder, and gently placed it besides his chair and sat down. Waiting patiently for you to come.

You came as fast as you could, and quietly sat next to him.

There was an awkward silence in air, everything seemed so much heavier. You expected him to say something, or to mock you in someway. But no. Hi silence was making you uncofortable.

Experiencing this, you already prefered him when he talked.

"Um so.. Let's start?" You muttered unsecurely and opened the book. Just seeing the math equations made you give up on the whole thing, you let your head drop on the book as you loudly groan at the pain.

Chanyeol leted out a little laugh and eyed you with a slight smirk.

"Yah, you haven't even read the question!" He exclaimed, suprised that you just already gave up.

"I can't read math..." You mumbled against the book as you could hearhim sigh and take the book from underneath your face, leting your forehead hit the table.

"Ouch, what was that for!" You whined while pressing your palm against the forehead as it would help the pain away.

"What question are you on?" Chanyeol asked with his eyes focused on the book.

"5." you muttered lolwy and waited patiently for him to read the question.

"Okay so this is very easy." He started as he placed the book back on the table and leaned closer to you, opening the notebook in order to explain how to count there.

'For you it's easy yeah.'

"Allright firstly you do this..." He started explaining softly, his voice sounding more gentle than ever.

You nodded everytime he'd pass from step to step, as you really started to understand for the first time in your life.

"Did you understand just knoe?" He asked kindly and you nodded slowly.

"Umm, I guess..." You said and Chanyeol gave you the pen, as you started solving the equation, it was hard, and everytime you'd get stuck you would look at the explenation Chanyeol wrote, and slowly you were coming foward to an answer.

As you were done you passed him the notebook. He took it without saying a word, and in all honesty that made you feel very nervous. His strict face couldn't tell you if it was right, or if it was completely wrong.

As he studied your answer you nervously bited your lower lip.

The seconds seemed to be long and slow minutes, finally when he brought the notebook down you looked at him with an hopeful expression. He smiled.

"You did good, the answer is right but you did some mistakes in the counting process. I'm suprised you got the right answer anyways." He explained as you clapped your hands loudy and leted out an incontrolable squeal.

Chanyeol couldn't help but chuckle, finding you totally adorable. He patted your hair snapping you out of your happy thoughts. Seeing him smiling at you with such a brightness made you suprised, and you could feel your heart skip a beat. You couldn't help it, when he smiled you would start feeling warm inside. But you would forget that feeling as he'd start flirting with random girls.

A bright shade of pink coloured your cheeks at the sudden contact.

"Let me explaine where you did wrong, okay?" He smiled and as much as you tried to fight it back, you couldn't stop that smile on your lips as you nodded excitedly.

When he smiled you could see many small sparkles in his big, dark brown eyes.

It made you feel something familiar, but at the same time you couldn't help but feel a bit gloomy as they reminded you of Jay's eyes when he looked at you. When he had eyes only for you.

You knew very well that from Chanyeol, you couldn't get that either, so you didn't even dare to think about liking him. And if you did, Haneul would go crazy on you knowing tat you were liking the school's playboy.

As chanyeol started his explanation you focused on his hand pointing at various wroten things on the paper, pointing out what was wrong, and wich was the easiest way to solve it. This had been a big help, and you had to admit that you wouldn't min having these small lessons weekly.

"I get it all now! Thank you Chanyeol!" You thanked with a bright smile wich he responded to with one of his most brighest smiles, and again, the sparkles in his eyes.

He leaned into your face and quickly placed a sweet peck on your cheek, making you go all red as you glare at him.

"Y-yah!" You shouted as he laughed loudly.

"You are cute when annoyed, girl." He said and winked while you were imitating him with a rather ugly grimace.

"Oh, c'mon I'm not that ugly?"

"Nah in fact I'm not ugly enough to imitate you." You mocked proudly as he pretended to be offended and placed a hand over his heart and dramatically groaned in pain.

"That hurts!" He whined and you smirked, a moment of silcence took room before the two of you started sharing a long laugh.

The two of you started slowly getting more and more comfortable with eachother, the mocking eachother would of course not stop, neither the rancor that you felt towards his playboy side. But when he was being nice, he was loveable.

The moment was ruined by your phone ringing loudly in your pocket. Excusing youself you picked the phone up and was taken aback to answer when you saw the name on the display.

"Jay"

You sighed and placed the phone on the table, leting it ring endlessy. Chanyeol gave you a questioning look.

"You aren't answering?" He asked carefully, not wanting to sound somehow intruding in your privacy.

"Nah, it's not worth it." You said monotonously. Chanyeol's eyes became big questionmarks, you sighed understanding that you had to tell him anyway.

"It's my ex, we broke up today and I don't know what he wants, he's probably going to "explain". " You explained and Chanyeol's face switched from curious to genuinly worried.

"You are not gonna give him a second chance?" He asked, looking confused aout your actions, not really understanding the way you were acting.

"He cheated on me. I know everyone desrves a second chance, but now I can't feel the same love towards him anymore, if I think abot him, the thought that he cheated on me will haunt me. Isn't it just as bad if you date someone you don't love?" You explained what you were feeling, the last sentence hit Chanyeol straight into the heart.

"I understand totally.." He muttered lowly, suddenly taking your gloomy mood in.

The phone stopped ringing, finally. You sighed as you leaned onto the table, resting the head on your crossed arms. Chanyeol did the same, but close to you.

Your heart skipped an enourmous loud beat, with an electric chill running down your spine as you felt his fingers brush through your hair, the scent of your shampoo clearly smellable, he quietly sniffed your hair, slolwy leaning closer and closer.

You didn't dare to move, your arms were touching, as he in the end reted his head on your shoulder, and you could feel him take some of your hair and randomly play with it.

You were nervous, but at the same time pleasing, having his warmth trasmitted to your now cold body.

Aswell could you feel the worn out scent of his colonge, wich you couldn't stop secretly smelling.

You took a good look at his wavy, non-styled hair. It was slightly damaged, you frowned at it.

"Yeol?" You muttered quietly, being the first time giving this handsome brat a nickname.

"Mhm?" His deep voice gently sounded.

"Do you dye your hair often?" You asked as you carefully touched his hair.

"Umm, kinda actually, I know it's damaged, but I'm doing my best to keep it in a healthy state." He explained and buried his face in your arm, making your heart go another step faster.

"Um also.. Thank you for coming here and you know, helping me." You said and looked down at his faced being buried in your arm, making only his closed puppy eyes visible.

"You are welcome, also I did good right? Teaching also." He asked.

"yes you did, I think I understand most of it now." You admitted as you could feel Chanyeol's lips smile against your arm, you looked down at him with your an eyebrow raised.

"I did good, now I desrve your cuddles." He muttered cutely and your eyes widened at his words.

"What? Are you a dog or what?" You frowned at him giving him a strict look, clearly showing it's a "no" for that.

he looked up at you from his position, with his pink lips slightly pouting, giving you that adorable, irrestible, puppy stare. You looked away trying to avoid his eyes.

Chanyeol brought his hand up to your chin, turning it around and brought your face gently down to his level.

"You will ot do something as easy as pat my hair?" He asked with a raspy voice, slowly getting closer to your face, his eyes attached at your plump red lips in front of him.

"Can I do something else then?" He added, you could feel his breath hit your cold cheek as his lips came closer and closer to yours, you broke into cold sweat, as the heart beat increased once agai, the blood rushing all the way to your pale cheeks.

You gulped, and squeezed our eyes together, as you placed your finger on his sligtly parted lips.

"I'll cuddle you instead." You sighed in defeat, he smiled and leaned back and stood up taking your hand, wanting to take you to the livivng room.

You lead him the way, he jumped on the couch and patted on the empty spot besides him. Having no choice you did as he wished, he helped you with math after all.

"Why do playboys get everything they want, spoled brats." You muttered yourself, and Chanyeol having the same ears as an elephat, heard.

"I heard you just now! And hurry here before I'll carry you here, and pepper you with unwanted kisses." He threated.

"Okay, okay, chill." You replied and hurried to the couch and sat besides him.

"I forgot how to cuddle boys, sorry." You said annoyedly, Chanyeol didn't say anything, and rested his head on your lap, your eyes widened in shock.

"What are you-" You started but he interupted you.

"Now you should pet my hair and caress my face." He explained.

"Do I have to teach you how to cuddle people too ?" He mocked, earning a sigh from you as you placed your hand on his head and started brushing your fingers through his hair and with the other one holding gently his cheek, and the thumb caressed softly his chubby cheek.

He closed his eyes and hummed satisfied. He shifted position, so that when you looked down at him, you saw him in profile. You continued petting his hair as tears welled up under your eyelids. This reminding you of you and Jay, you weren't crying because you still loved him, but because this was reminding you of all the good times the two of you had had together, all those moments were now crushed by him.

It hurted, your heart crushed into million of unrepairable pieces, you couldn't love him anymore. The thraethning tears made it's way down your cheek. You tried your best to not sob, but your intentions went up to smoke as you placed a hand over your eyes and started sobbing with endless tears falling.

Chanyeol opened his eyes in worry, they grew ider as he saw your crying face, in that moment he sat straight up and searched for your eyes, but you refused to look back.

"Hey.. What's wrong?" His deep soothing voice spoke as he took your hand gently from your face, and placed his own against your cheek, softly drying your tears with his thumb. Chanyeol then placed his hands behind your head, drawing you closer to him, and in a matter of second you were facing his broad chest.

His hands slowly and gently caressed your hair, calming you down.

"Please don't cry." he pleaded and pulled away from the hug and cupped your cheeks.

You looked down at his hands. Chanyeol just leaned closer, and before you could react he placed his lips on he corner of your lips, making you shocked ad blush, no matter the situation.

"YAH!" You yelled hand hit lighly his chest but stopped as you saw him smiling.

"You, stopped crying." He said brightly and your lips parted at his statment, it was true. You placed your hands on your cheeks to feel them aleady dried. Chanyeol chuckled.

"Next time, I'll do it for real.." He said slowly, and looked at you deeply in the eyes. And they sparkled.

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